Poem: “To Listen, To Look” by: Ann Weems

Is it all sewn-up – my life?

Is it at this point so predictable, 

so orderly, 

so neat, 

so arranged, 

so right, 

that I don’t have time or space 

for listening for the rustle of angels’ wings 

or running to stables to see a baby?

 

Could this be what he meant when he said 

Listen, those who have ears to hear … 

Look, those who have eyes to see?

 

O God, give me the humbleness of those shepherds 

who saw in the December darkness 

the Coming of Light 

the Advent of Love!